Just You

I glanced at Harry, then at the blonde boy with amazing blue eyes in front of me. "Who are you? Where am I? Harry?" As I try to stand up, the blonde boy left the room said to Harry, "Take care of my princess for a while mate, thanks" with his thick accent. Irish maybe? "Lie down love, you need some rest."

2. Chapter 2

"Mum I'm home!" I said as I went upstairs to my room. "I'm in the kitchen sweetie! Fried chicken for dinner!" I stopped at my tracks and returned at the bottom of the stairs. "Again?" "That's what your brother requested." "Yeah, okay." Of course, I thought. My little brother, Ced. If not fried chicken, fried pork. Glad he still didn't requested of frying our dogs. As a walked inside my room, a picture caught my eye. It was me smiling, long and straight black hair, dark brown eyes, white complexion. Not that pretty if you tell me. Then there's this young boy beside me, his hands resting on my shoulders. Curly hair, green eyes, cheeky smile with dimples. Harry, I thought. He was my ex-boyfriend. My bestfriend.

Flashback~

"Goodevening mummy Brit, is Desi there?"

"Goodevening to you too Harry, come in. Yes, she's in her room, taking a shower I think. When are you going to ask her?"

"Uhm, tonight actually." Harry said as his face turned bright pink.

"Ha! I knew it! You have feelings for my daughter, it's in your eyes. I really don't know why she haven't noticed it. Goodness, it took you years. Thank God she still doesn't have a boyfriend."

"She will soon have, if it's okay with you."

'Of course it's okay with me! Just take care of her okay?"

"Yes, I promise."

"I trust you Harry." She said as she hugged Harry tight.

"Thanks mummy Brit. I will not break my promise and your trust."

"Good. Help yourself in the kitchen, I'll call her."

"Thanks." Harry said as he helped himself with some coke.

"Esree! Harry's here!"

"Already?! He's an hour early!" Esree said as she ran downstairs.

"Yes, he's in the kitchen."

"Harry!" Esree said as she saw Harry in the kitchen.

"Hey there Desi! Ready to go?"

"Still haven't done my make-up because of you arriving this early, moron. Give me some of those apples over there."

"Here, catch. Sorry, maybe my text wasn't sent." Or maybe I didn't sent it to you at all, Harry thought.